Slytherin Gifts の小説・ストーリー

The fireplace was lit, despite the spring morning air, more for tradition than necessity. Ruby and Tyler stood in the center, smiling as their families took turns presenting their gifts. From Aries and Aurora, the twins received custom-forged daggers, engraved with their future titles. “These are ceremonial,” Aries told them. “But also fully functional. Just in case.” Next came a small carved box from Aurora, containing protective pendants for each of them—woven with mountain ash and lunar silver. “Just a little extra peace of mind,” she said softly. From Iris and Thom came matching training gear, reinforced and stitched with both elegance and durability. Allie and Mike gifted handcrafted jo

“May I?” “Of course,” Drakonios said gently, handing the baby over. Lyra curled into Seraphina’s arms immediately, her soft lashes brushing her cheeks. Seraphina swayed a little, holding her close. “Oh gods... I forgot how small they are.” Elliot joined them with a grunt, guiding the magical crate down gently. “Your highnesses, I present... the royal gift explosion.” The trunk opened with a soft pop, and out floated enchanted soft toys, handcrafted baby blankets from three different kingdoms, a spell-imbued lullaby globe that shimmered with starlight, and even a small enchanted mobile that sang calming melodies in both dragon and witch tongue.

I stood in the doorway, hands on my belly, making sure everything was perfect. The gift section looked beautiful, with piles of boxes wrapped in gold and silver paper, and a Harry Potter themed trunk made just for the cash envelopes and gift cards. We’d even painted their initials, M & K, on the front. The treat table was straight out of a sugar dream just as described as The Three Broomsticks Inn in the HP books. From personalized cupcakes, cake pops, Rice Krispie treats, cookies, and candy jars, all lined up next to the faux butter beer drink station. Sandwich boxes were stacked neatly on another table for those who couldn’t stay long. Everything shimmered with gold and black accents... si

“They're children, not... not weapons or assets for the Pack.” Elder Lydia, who was always more empathetic, nodded in understanding. “Luna Seraphina is right. We must be careful. Gifts like this can be a blessing or a curse, depending on how we handle them.” “What do you suggest?” Kaelos asked. Elder Thorne, an old man with deep wisdom, thought for a moment. "First, we must limit their exposure to the Pack.

“Do you still love him?” “No, of course not!” He nodded and looked at the gift box in my hand. “Then why did you bring him a gift?” I placed the box on the desk in front of him. “This is from my parents, Alpha,” I explained. “It’s for you. It’s a suit of gold armor with anti-magic defense. It was one of our most precious collections. And… thank you for speaking up for me at the meeting.” “It was the right thing to do. Are you sure you want to leave him?” He paused. “After all, you’ve liked Harry since you were young. The whole pack knows that.”

she said softly, “Liora prepared this for you. She asked me to give it to you and to send her greetings.” Rexor’s eyes widened as he carefully took the gift. It was a finely made miniature sword, its hilt engraved with delicate patterns, and the blade polished to a mirror-like shine. The craftsmanship was impeccable, and yet what struck him most was the thought behind it—the memory of long afternoons spent training his children in the garden, teaching them not just skill but patience, discipline, and honor.

Decider Three stepped toward her, eyes sharp with interest. "You're the most exceptional individual we've found among all humanity. Let me see… How many gifts do you have? "Metal, wood, water, fire, earth. The full elemental spectrum. Dual physical enhancements for strength and speed. A mental-type gift. Spatial storage. Air barrier. Prediction. Rare gifts like straight-line acceleration. "Oh, and the way you moved through Sovereign Industries unnoticed. It took us a long time to confirm it, but that's a highly unusual perception-dampening gift. People around you instinctively overlook your presence."

said Draco clapping his hands, a mischievous grin appearing on his lips. "Thanks, I brought a present for you" said XANDER for Gerald to step forward bringing a pack of tobacco. To them, it was tradition to bring forth a gift whenever you meet a long time elder. "My favorite" said Draco already lighting one up inhaling and then exhaling to give out a puff of smoke. "You and I both know you aren't here to congratulate me. So cut to the chase" "Always so straight forward Tsk just like me. To the point it is.

She took a look at it. "Instead of 18 roses, I'll give you 18 red gifts! You'll get one each day leading up to your birthday, and on your birthday, I'll make a giant cake for you to blow! Enjoy, my sweet birthday girl~" '18 gifts?' Zelle asked in her mind, tilting her head. ‘This is incredible! I'm curious as to who sent it. ' She took a deep breath and unwrapped the box, her face lit up with delight...

Erik let go of the blade, the students and staff watched as the sword was dropping to the ground, but as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared in thin air before hitting the ground. "And fourth, we have Slytherin. Salazar had one male heir, that he disowned just years after he finished his magic education, and quoting the man, himself, 'the little bastard is a power hungry bigot of a disappointment', and so, is his last will, he reaffirmed the disown of his son, and left all his possessions to his goddaughter, Susan Sally Ravenclaw, his only true heir. Any other that claims that is a liar." That seemed to agitate some older students from Slytherins. One of them even yelled.